Log of Badu--- a Tiki 21: SailBlogs

Mackeye Harbour

Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:18:58 -0500

Time slips by like a swift current in the darkest night unnoticed by those at anchor in the cliffs bight, pulled ashore on the sandy beach next to the downed tree, drifting in the calm of dream. Badu makes such good work of the courses she must follow tearing along in any good breeze and sculling at about a knot when the breeze is dead. Keeping the weather continuously in mind one sees daily patterns and learns to align the wind and current forces into favorable distances made good, into the most idyllic days of movement. Through both wind and calm the invisible current bears us along flowing and spinning as the ocean daily wraps itself around these island shores. It takes us where we wish, always faithful to arrive if we are willing to wait. Timing our movement with the swirling of the universe we travel about as if by magic or the sheer force of will, creating the landscape as it comes into consciousness. More dependable than any motor is the absolute certainty that the conditions will change their attitude towards us at any time, so one is constantly adjusting the form of the boat or the self to accept it. This way the whole experience of life becomes a practice of acceptance, unity, and ultimately awe and thankfulness. (Continued...)

Westcott Bay

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 20:15:56 -0500

After nearly five days in the lagoon infront of Roche Harbor Resort the GM finally came down to ask us how long we were staying, so we took a few hours and moved the boat around to the lagoon in the bitter end of Westcott Bay. This lagoon sits just on the other side of the blackberry thicket in the back of Roche's sculpture park, and is comprised of a myriad of small channels carved into the sea asparagus and mud. It is very very muddy here but no one will bother us this way. Out of sight and surrounded by marsh Badu lies in the muddy trough that lays between the hummocks. At high tide this maze of muddy corridors becomes a blue flowing river and semi submerged islands of sea asparagus. Then it is easy to get around. We poled our boat into what seemed at first like a little creek but soon fractured into the maze that radiates out from the central lagoon. Poling into shallow water it always seems like we should be running aground but somehow we keep ghosting along. The oar blade is longer than the water is deep, and all the shells rush by as they soar along in the skies reflection, their dirty world forgotten and passing beneath like a painted picture. (Continued...)

Friends

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 14:13:28 -0500

We're back in the tidal lagoon south of the marina, the weather is fine and there are way less people here than last weekend.as americans tend to observe a boating season which officially ended on labor day. (Continued...)